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“How do you expect anyone to believe you have a liver condition if you keep squeezing the nurses’ tits every time you get a chance? You’re going to have to give up sex if you want to convince people you’ve got an ailing liver.”

A lesser man might have wavered that day in the hospital corridor, a weaker man might have compromised on such excellent substitutions as Drum Major, Minor Major, Sergeant Major, or C Sharp Major, but Major Major’s father had waited fourteen years for just such an opportunity, and he was not a person to waste an opportunity.

Major Major had been born too late and too mediocre. Some men are born mediocre, some men achieve mediocrity, and some men have mediocrity thrust upon them. With Major Major it has been all three.

There was only one catch and that was Catch-22, which specified that a concern for one’s own safety in the face of dangers and that were real and immediate was the process of a rational mind. Orr was crazy and could be grounded. All he had to do was ask; and as soon as he did, he would no longer be crazy and would have to fly more missions.

One time he blacked out all but the salutation “Dear Mary” from a letter, and at the bottom he wrote, “I yearn for your tragically. A.T. Tappman, Chaplain, U.S Army.”

Finished "Roadwork."

Finished "Roadwork."

Finished “The Long Walk.”

Finished “Rage”

“I think all mothers shine a little, you know, at least until their kids grow up enough to watch out for themselves.”

Librarians love nothing better than a disaster because then they can prove they are the rescuers of civilization they are so sure already that they are.

At any rate, let’s not waste time on ruminations and regrets in the middle of a pandemic.

“I think it’s relatively easy for people to accept something like telepathy or precognition or teleplasm because their willingness to believe doesn’t cost them anything. It doesn’t keep them awake nights. But the idea that the evil that men do lives after them is more unsettling.”

He was a solitary man, but solitude had in no way twisted him.

“Love isn’t just what two people have together; it’s what two people make together, so of course, it’s never the same.”

This is exactly the kind of fucky conversation, with exactly the kind of pointless shitweasel, that Cal has been congratulating himself on never having to put up with again.

'You think it might be doing no harm, but when you've lusted after bacon and eggs, my friend, you've already committed breakfast in your soul.'

'Perhaps that's what satire does--not change things wholesale but nudge the collective consciousness in a direction that favors justice and equality.'

‘Rabbits are born careful,’ said Doc, patting me on the back, ‘it’s our edge. That and large litters, early sexual maturity, a short gestation period and an easily exploited niche in the ecosystem.’

‘Humans talk a great deal,’ said Doc, ‘and seemingly understand how they should behave—but rarely do. All that chat without positive action is nothing but hot air. It’s a mystery to me how you managed to get thus far without imploding. Well, pip pip!’

"Somebody once said that the library is actually the dominant life form on the planet. Humans simply exist as the reproductive means to achieve more libraries."

‘Librarians have knowledge. They guide you to the right books. The right worlds. They find the best places. Like soul-enhanced search engines.’